Good memories last longer

Memories are what remind us of the past events that occurred to us in the journey of life. Some memories are good, while others are otherwise, but whichever one it is, it is still part of our lives.

There is a memory that, whenever I remembered it, I smiled and thanked God for giving me another chance. There was a time when I thought I would never see my mother again. The pain and agony I saw her go through during the time she was fighting for her life in 2015 was heartbreaking.

When she was taken away from home due to her illness, it was the scariest thing I've ever experienced. We weren't given any access to see her or talk to her. This created a wound in my heart, especially with different negative thoughts running through my mind.

At some point, I started giving up after counting months, and months turned into years. At that time, faith couldn't take it anymore; the strong girl in me had become so weak. Going by every day without hearing from her weakens me even more. Looking at my young siblings, who were just starting their lives, even caused me more pain.

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"Are these children going to grow up without our mother? How would life be without her? Would dad remarry? Would she treat us well the way our mother would?" These are the thoughts in my head.

I just wanted to see her again; that was my everyday prayer and wish. During that time, nothing matters to me more than seeing my mother alive again. This was my supplication every day. I cried every day when the thought that I might not see her again crossed my mind.

Then, after a year and three months, I saw my mother back alive, strong and healthy, and back on her feet. That day, my joy knew no bounds; I was the happiest girl on the surface of the earth. All the stupid thoughts vanished, and tears of joy rolled down my cheeks. I couldn't believe I could hold her hands and call her mom again, not to talk about hugging her passionately.

This was a memorable day for me and one of my happiest days ever. Sickness could have snatched her away from me, but I'm glad she fought to be alive, and today she is healthy and hearty. Anytime I remember this day, it always brings a big smile to my face.

This memory is so important to me because if she hadn't survived the illness, it would have been another story entirely. But the fact that I can see her and hold her again brings immense joy to my heart.

Good memories bring smiles to our faces, and we wish they remained, while bad memories are the ones we don't ever want to experience or remember again. Life will always throw some punches at us; that's what makes life fun, and how you get out of it is what matters most.

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